SugaryWinter

Do you ever wonder what your life will be like when you cross paths with your arch nemesis? Yes? Well buckle up, it’s a wild ride.

Katarina Montenegro is what everyone would simply call spoiled. She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth and a custom Tiffany’s diamond tiara on her head. She was referred to as The Spanish Princess by everyone who knew of her existence, and she revelled in the nickname. She was young, cunning, and powerful. There was nothing Katarina wanted that she didn’t have. 

On the other hand, Marco DiBiancci was known by everyone as The Emperor Lynx, due to his ability to see through deception as easily as he could breathe. Unlike Katarina, who lived a mainly pampered life, Marco was raised by a strict father who wanted him to be in the front lines of the job since he was fourteen years old. He had spent his years getting his hands dirty and washing them again. He was young, strong, and powerful. There was nothing Marco wanted that he didn’t take for himself. 

The common ground? They were both set to inherit their father’s thrones as King and Queen of their respective organised crime kingdoms. 

The problem? Marco wanted Katarina, or more importantly, he wanted what she was set to lay claim on. Even though the two had never met, Marco was determined to get his hands on her by all means necessary, and that’s how we’re here.

This is how I, Katarina Montenegro, was kidnapped by the Italian mafia.

[WARNING: highly foul language and mature themes]

Kidnapped by the Italian Mafia

The rough tree bark bit into the soft skin of my back and arms as I used it for leverage to push my hips up against Marco's wicked mouth. The man planted big hands on my hips and pushed them back down to where he wanted them, my dripping sex mere inches away from where <i>I</i> wanted it. 


His lips glistened with my arousal as he smirked up at me, kissing the scars on my inner thighs, the smooth skin of my knee, my calf… everywhere his lips touched, heat bloomed and it drove me crazy. 


"So sensitive." His hot breath washed over my pulsating flesh and he watched as I clenched around nothing, aching for him, swelling to the point of discomfort. "What do you want?" 


"To cum, sir." My voice was hoarse from the strain of fighting to keep quiet. I took in the red stripes marking my body with a sense of pride. 


The Tree Hugging